Second Wife Young Master Arogan

The True Suffering

Happy birthday to you...

Happy birthday to you...

Happy birthday, happy birthday.

Happy birthday to you.

"Happy birthday, little princes Papa and Mama," a heartfelt congratulations from a couple. A birthday cake and gift wrapped in Teddy Bear patterned paper, stretched out right in front of the little girl sliced hazel.

Blanketed with happiness, Naora blew out the candle flame and received the gift parcel of the pendant necklace along with a smile on her tiny lips that fully expanded. "Yeey..! Thank you Ma ... Pa, Naora is so happy!" he said after splashing into the arms of his parents.

"Naora dear, forgive Papa yes, for having to leave. Be a strong and strong woman. Papa's love will always be with you."

Instantly the little girl was stunned, as the figure of the Father slowly disappeared from her embrace. "Where are you going? It's Naora's birthday, why don't you accompany Naora here?"

Once again, Naora was again stunned because the sobs of the Mama suddenly burst into her sense of hearing. "Ma ... Why are you crying?" her little hands tried to wipe the clear circles that wet her cheeks.

"Dear Naora, don't ever sink into grief for too long if you're already in a place so far away from Naora. Believe me, you will never be alone. There will be much happiness that God will give you."

"Mama ... Where will you go? Is Mama going with Papa? Naora's coming along, Naora doesn't want to be left alone."

The little girl started sobbing as her body slowly turned into a faint shadow and then disappeared. A pair of hazel pearls that have been wet are invited to circulate around, looking for the whereabouts of both parents. However, empty and empty. The two figures of the warmth of his affection had been no longer in sight.

"Mama! Papa! Naora's coming! Don't leave Naora...!"

"Mama! Papa!"

The pair of eyes that were originally still closed immediately opened perfectly, along with the heartbeat and the roar of irregular breathing. Next to his hand clenched, sinking the necklace pendant into his grasp.

Rubbing the rough face of the pillow accustomed to sweat grains, Naora tried to take full life that might be some still left in the Land of Kapuk. Then he changed his lying position to sit down. Bowed, staring at a beautiful pendant in his hand, a favorite object and the last gift from both parents.

"I think I'm really missing you guys, so I dreamt" the monologue, then kissed the locket.

The woman stretched the stiff muscles on her body while looking at the wall clock. "It turns out it's 6."

Naora was stunned for a moment. Suddenly remembered his marriage to Axton which was far from okay. "Finally, one night I've passed in this house. Haah! I don't know, this house will be heaven or hell for me."

After washing your face, brushing your teeth, and removing the leftovers from the body, the brown woman came out of the room. Down the corridor, through several rooms. However, the limb swing slowly slowed down as it passed through the room belonging to Axton and Lana.

Truly, happiness still seems reluctant to befriend Naora. Early in the morning, the woman had to be confronted again by something that stifled her chest. The two netra began to heat up, in harmony with the heart-wracking pilu.

Sayup-sayup, he heard de.sahan's voice from inside. Anyone would know what activities were going on. A hot action that occurs between a couple.

Although in marriage, Naora realized that her position was only as an unwanted wife, but she did not deny the hope of a justice of the love and good treatment of an Axton. After all, she was also a woman with a lump of heart that had to be guarded and cherished. Until when should I swallow this inner torment? inner moans languish Naora.

Quickly, his lentic fingers swept the eye frame that turned out to have condensed. Don't want to expose Naora Alesha's fragility. What's in front of Axton Sander, the arrogant Young Master. Soon he stepped back away from the place, before his innocent ears were stained by the exciting sounds for Axton and Lana but so heartbreaking Naora.

Poor naora!

"Good morning Bi Milah," morning greetings Naora with a bright twinkle of face, as bright as the sky of Jakarta. However, who knows if his heart is suffering gray.

Milah was stunned, then momentarily stopped struggling with food ingredients and kitchen combat tools only to reply to Naora's excited morning greetings.

"Good morning too, son Naora." Mila replied with a warm smile framing a face that was no longer young.

Naora seemed to scan one by one the ingredients on the kitchen table. "What do you want to cook?" tanyanya wants to know.

"As usual, Son Naora. Breakfast menu in this house must obey the likes of Mrs Lana. Fried capjay, broccoli tomato soup, sweet-sour beef and tomato juice," explains Milah and Naora just o-ria in response.

"Son Naora?"

"Yes Bi, what's wrong?" Naora was astonished at the sudden unreadable gaze of Milah.

"If your heart is tired and it's not okay, lean on your shoulder" he said, implied by a form of sympathy and concern for Naora. All adults will certainly understand how to feel from a wife who is not considered.

A wide smile rose on Naora's lips, in an attempt to fool her eyes. "I'm very well Bi. I can still stand on my feet, and I can still smile. Is there anything better than this?"

Smiling relieved, Milah stroked the affectionate back of Naora. "Thank God, you're a strong, strong woman."

No Bi, I'm not entirely strong. I can't be said to be a strong woman either. Because in reality, my heart was too fragile that this pain always made me want to cry.

Behind Naora's sweet smile, her mind screamed.

"Yes, Naora's son sit down first. Auntie will make breakfast for you and the others" said Milah.

"I'll help you, Bi, get it over with and Auntie can get some rest."

Instead of listening to Milah's advice to sit on the bench while waiting for cooked food, Naora instead began to struggle with vegetables. Busy yourself and start cutting the ingredients deftly.

Madam Lana had never even let her smooth hands touch the kitchen knife all this time. It was very different with Naora. Inner Milah.

Two hours later, all Lana's favorite breakfast menu is presented on the dining table. Accuracy with that, Axton and Lana looked down the stairs in tandem. Fresh and bright hues also adorn the faces of both.

Sometimes Lana giggles while giving a spoiled pinch because Axton teases her. The romantic couple seemed to deliberately show off their affection in front of Naora who seemed to be indifferent and calm.

"Good morning, Young Master and Lady Lana," greetings Milah.

"Good morning too, Bi," Lana responds while Axton just smiles thinly.

"Good morning, Naora," Lana also gave a friendly greeting to Naora.

Unlike Lana who is sweet, Axton actually put a sour face to Naora. "It looks like the breakfast atmosphere this time will be very bad," Axton said of his second wife. Unfortunately, the person in question actually looks stupid and chooses to feed the hungry worms in his stomach.

"Where is Bi Milah going? Eat with us" asked Naora, preventing the old woman from leaving.

Axton was amazed by Naora's actions. During this time, Lana had never even asked the woman who was already responsible for nurturing and accompanying her from that small to eat at the same table as them.

"Son Naora, Auntie will eat in the kitchen alone with the other waiter," subtly refused.

"Why? Does Auntie feel unworthy to eat here?"

Milah fell silent with a smile still stuck on her lips. He wanted to answer 'yes' but in fact, one word was only able to stop at the tip of the tongue.

"Isn't Auntie the one who's been nurturing that arrogant Young Master from childhood? Your body is huge. Your position is like his mother. So Bibi really deserved to eat with us" Naora said, then anchored her gaze to Axton who was secretly amazed. "Isn't that so, Axton? You should know that too."

Naora's actions this time make the position of Axton and Lana impressed bad.

"Son Naora, this is indeed Aunt's will. So-so"

"Bi, eat with us. Sit down" Axton said, cutting off the unfinished word of Milah.

Already memorized by the nature of Axton who hates rejection, Milah chose to directly obey his orders. And finally the ritual of filling the stomach in the morning begins. Lana seemed to feed Axton several times with a variety of his favorite menu.

Secretly, Naora realized Axton's impressed expression was forced to swallow all the food that continued to be thrust in front of her mouth.

You idiot! In order to please Lana, Axton willingly tortures her. If you can't eat it, you should be honest, you have a mouth. And what is this? Can't Lana read Axton's pathetic face?

"Lana, honey, it's been enough to bribe me. You should eat now, too. I don't want you to get sick" Axton said.

"All right then." Lana then started eating her favorite broccoli tomato soup.

"Uhuk! Uhuk!"

"Lana eat slowly. Here drink!" Axton hustles to give Lana a drink that is still coughing.

Naora and Milah looked astonished.

"Uhuk! Uhuk! Honey, it looks like this soup contains a lot of pepper powder. You know for yourself, if I don't like pepper powder. Uhuk! My throat hurts!" Lana complaining.

"Bi Milah, why are you putting pepper powder into the soup?" axton asked Milah.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I was helping Bi Milah cook and didn't know that your wife didn't like pepper powder" Naora said to admit her mistake. Honestly, he felt bad.

Axton was furious. "Are you stupid?! You should have asked Bi Milah first! Just a day in living in this house but already acting smart!" his hardship and success made Naora surprised.

"Sorry."

"Uhuk! Honey .. uhuk!" Lana continues to complain, and it ignites the flames of Axton's anger against Naora.

"Any word of apology is not enough! You must receive the punishment!"

Pranks..!

"Amuahk..!" Naora was immediately strangled along with the body that was furthered as Axton spilled all the hot soup onto her body.

"Son Naora!" pekik Milah was surprised.

It hurts! The feeling of heat due to burning skin does not actually beat the pain in the heart. If the one who hurt her instead of her own husband might scratch the wound this deeply. I want to cry hysterically at this moment. But his desire must be in his pendamnya deep to terpatri.

"Honey .. dim your emotions. I'm fine." Lana tried to calm Axton down.

"He must be taught a lesson in the mistakes made!"

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Connect~~

Tagged: Did you know Thor?

Thor: No!

Dergen: Belom finished. Dengerin I used to say🤨 (throw shoes)

Thor: ogah!

Tagged: Thor..!

Thor: Iye .. iye, kenape?

Ditergen: Tu the Axton cruel perfect uncle audzubillah, surely because the author is also sadistic in real life - right?

Thor: Iye, I'm a cannibal, I like to eat people when I'm angry. Yes ... at least like to bulldoze the building. And this is you who's the victim.

Roger: 😱😱😱😱😱😱

Greetings from Nofi to you..❤ And thank you for the support. Lop lop you sekebon pis pak Camat😘